Friday, May 11, 2012

Part Fifteen of Lilith's Escape

They stood outside
the cab, guns aimed. Edward’s shooting arm was dislocated and he was unable to
reach for the gun with his left hand. His vision was blurred, probably a
concussion due to his head making contact with the window. For the second time
in his career he was helpless and so he waited for his execution, which was
sure to come.

Suddenly from
nowhere there came a bright flash, followed by screams and then nothing. He had
no idea what had happened to his attackers, but Edward’s head was throbbing and
he felt himself giving in to the darkness …

…He awoke to find
himself in a hospital bed and a detective from Metro sitting patiently on the
chair near his bed. “What happened?” he asked the officer.

“You tell me,” the
detective replied.

“I don’t know. We
were hit by another car…how is the taxi driver?” Edward’s head was throbbing
and his shoulder didn’t feel too hot either.

“He didn’t make
it,” the detective replied.

Edward felt badly
for the man and wondered if the driver left behind a family.

“Do you know who
burned the limo and the armed men?” the detective asked, not giving Edward a
chance to gather his wits.

“Burned? I have no
idea what you’re talking about,” Edward replied, but he remembered the bright
flash of light and decided to keep the informtion to himself.

The detective gave
him a suspicious look and said, “Someone called in the accident and when the
local police arrived they found the taxi driver dead and you unconscious. The
limo was totally destroyed with the driver still inside. The two who were found
near the taxi…well let’s just say they were in the wrong place at the wrong
time.”

“What happened to
them,” Edward asked, as he rubbed his shoulder.

“See for
yourself,” the detective said and handed a photo to Edward.

The bodies were
burnt beyond recognition, but you could see the men’s outline and the weapons they held in their
hands. How was this possible? What did he get himself involved with?

“I don’t know what
happened,” Edward repeated as he handed back the photo.

“You’re not from
the Yard, but you have a badge. I did some investigating and found out you’re
on a forced leave of absence from MI 6. You’re involved in
this some way,” the detective snapped.

“I don’t know the
men who were killed except for the taxi driver and he was only taking me back
to the city. We were hit by the limo and that’s all I remember.” Edward was done
answering questions. Now it was time to start asking. “Who were the men? Did you identify them yet? Who owned the limo?”

“We’re working on
finding out,” the detective replied as he stood to leave. “We’ll need to ask
you more questions, so don’t leave London.” He then left the
hospital room.

Edward rang for
the nurse and when she entered the room he said, “I’m leaving. Please bring me
my clothes.”

She argued that he
was still too weak to go home, but Edward pulled his I.V. tubing from his arm
and slowly sat up on the edge of the bed. She ran to get the doctor.

He needed to get
back to his apartment and make some phone calls. He wanted to know exactly how
his contact had first met with the mysterious Lilith. Even though he never saw
what happened to the men who were about to kill him, he knew that somehow,
Lilith was involved.

When the doctor
returned with the nurse, Edward was already gone. He had found his clothing and
after dressing, sneaked out of the hospital.